For the painter that you are,
Brilliant painter of my love,
The colors you mix gently,
On the palette, palette of passion
The shades and the spectrum
You choose looking into my eyes,
My love, when I laugh, yellow gold,
Pink, when I blush as you
Gaze hungrily at my bosom,
Burning bronze, your skin
In the golden sun,
Crimson flush as
Your lips find mine.
Tones of white and blue
The moods of the
Clear October sky
Which shelters our love,
Streaks of green and olive
The grass which we tumble on,
Tints of black, brown and
Crimson in my fiery eyes,
My orange dress pushed apart,
Faded pastel beyond your back,
My redden lips from your bites,
Silver chain broken as you tug at it.
The leaves tinctured with saffron
Shakes merrily above our heads,
My hands caress your wild body,
Aquamarine eyes look into mine, dapple
My nails on your back draw lines in carmine
As we blend with the colors, colors of life
Passion so vivid as you paint me
You give me life with crayons of love,
Slices of agony, pencils of pleasure,
Sketches of longing, brushes of devotion,
Strokes of warmth, paints of passion
You, my darling, you paint our love
Reshma Ramesh
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